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Sunday, October 18, 2015

Sleepy Hollow Season 3: Thoughts on the First Three Episodes

Full disclaimer: I am an unrepentant Sleepyhead. I LOVE the show. It's the show that made me want to write for television and film. You'd think this would mean that I would be willing to cut the show some slack, but at the moment, I think it actually means the exact opposite. I really worry that my thoughts, which follow, may be a bit too hard on the writers. And if that's the case, I do apologize. I love you guys, appreciate your hard work, and really am trying to be patient. But because I love this show, and know it intimately, I have some pretty strong opinions about things, rightly or wrongly.

I was thrilled to hear over the hiatus that the show was planning to get back to its old self, to the fun of Season 1. But when that was described as being “not so dark,” favoring episodic plots over season-long arcs, I worried, “did any of them ever WATCH Season 1?” Season 1 WAS fun—it was largely fantastic—but it was dark, and very serious at times, and very sad in places, and had some really cool arcs. It also had a lot of intense emotion from two characters struggling with interesting shit, and a fascinating blooming partnership of equals. And it had a terrifying villain with the most gorgeous, complex motivation.

Season 2, as we all know, had issues. I'm not going to reiterate them here. New showrunner Clifton Campbell, returning writers and new writers had their work cut out for them in trying to regain the magic of Season 1 and the trust of the fans, whilst coping with the canon handed to them by Season 2. They lost half their cast, they're on life-support in terms of ratings, Fox gave them a terrifically difficult new time slot and almost no promotion. They're rebuilding this season, and patience on the part of the fans is a kindness they deserve. I feel for them, and I really, really appreciate how much they seemed to hear and respond affirmatively to fan concerns and requests.

That said, there are some patterns emerging in this season that are really not working for me, including two in particular which carry over from Season 2. Because I do love this show, I must speak to them on the off-chance such reflection helps.  But first...

The Good Stuff
About damn time.
1. Girl(s) on Fire
Abbie Mills is back where she belongs, front and center. Jenny Mills is back where she belongs, front and right next to center.  Yes. 

2. We Are Together, Finally
Abbie and Crane are working together, their partnership anchoring the show as it always must. They've had some good scenes together, most notably their reunion in the ICE detention center, and their tender, soul-baring exchange on Abbie's porch.
Why ARE we sitting so far away from each other?

4. Killing Me Softly
Jesus, where did you find Shannyn Sossamon? I loved Pandora from the moment she said “pretty horse.”  (and I still miss Headless). Even when totally insane, she conveys a heartbreak that makes me want to know more.

5. Our House
Having Abbie and Crane move in together was a very interesting choice. I think I like this. Possibly a lot. There's a lot of good potential conflict and “feels” moments there, such as Ichabod's convalescence scene.

6. My Boyfriend's Back
I'm thrilled that y'all brought Joe Corbin back. Thank you for hearing us! Zach Appelman is a phenomenal actor. Can't wait for him to Actually Start Doing Shit.

7. Yesterday
Katrina and Henry are both still dead and no one really cares.

8. Oh, Daddy
Abbie found her pops and is wrestling with that. I can relate. 

9. Applause
With one exception, noted below, the acting of our regulars has been superb. I have to particularly commend Mison for his near-death and convalescence scenes. First-rate.

10. Please, Mr. Postman, Look and See  
Finally, I must thank the writers for their achingly sweet valentines to the fans, especially us Tom Mison crushees (crushers? crushed?).  
Of particular note: Crane Gets Dressed, Crane Sings Again, Dani Crushes on Crane, Betsy Ross Crushes on Crane, Zoe Corinth Crushes on Crane, Crane Dances the Minuet, Crane Has Great Hair Even If It's Still Too Short, Crane Takes the Jesus Route and It Nearly Kills Him, Crane Cleans Abbie's House, Crane Brings Abbie a Cup of Tea, Crane, Drugged on the Sofa, Confesses his Need for Abbie, you get the idea. 

(Do yourself a favor and take 9 seconds to watch this.  Go on, I'll wait.)

Other great valentines include Jenny doing pretty much anything, Colonial Times in its entirety (but especially "the corner goes in front! You're not a pirate!" GORGEOUS), Abbie and Crane finally perpetrating more delinquency together, stealing Betsy's satchel, and Abbie's terribly rare “you really got a hold on me” glances at Crane.

The Stuff I'm Waiting Patiently On
I'm not impressed with most of the new characters yet, or at least not their journeys. But I think that's mostly because they don't have any journeys yet. I trust that will change.

1. Betsy Ross
Like her sass, but the jury's still out.
I really liked Nikki Reed's (and Albert Kim's) Betsy Ross in the premiere. I'm thrilled to finally see a woman in a corset who can fight, but her skills, and her strength--given her size--do strain my suspension of disbelief. I found her voice and delivery wholly unconvincing, too modern, too young, and spell-breaking in episode 2, (though I did love her less-than-clothed exchange with Crane). I'm looking forward to her next appearance.

2. Daniel Reynolds
Lance Gross is some marvelous eye-candy, and he's every woman's fantasy male boss, encouraging Abbie and tells her how much he respects and believes in her, refusing to micromanage her. But beyond being ambitious, he isn't really a character yet. I'm looking forward to him becoming one. I don't understand why Nikki Reed has a title card and he doesn't.
"Of all the gin joints in all the world...."

3. Ms. Corinth
She's no Miss Caroline, but she's okay. For now.

4. Randall
What a handsome teddy bear. I'd love to see his character develop.

5. Sophie
Boy, do I dislike her. As in, good writing, good acting. I'm curious about her mysterious relationship to August Corbin, but not as curious as Sleepy Hollow seems to want me to be.
"Little Joey Corbin"?

6. Joe Corbin
Joe Corbin is not Opie. Please stop writing him that way. 


7. Pandora
The Emperor's New Body
Like Headless, Pandora needs a really great, complex human motivation, or she's just never going to be really scary. For now, though, Shannyn Sossamon is doing a great job being creepy, crazy, insanely hot, mysterious, and weird, particularly given that she's acting opposite CGI most of the time. I'm not really into all her cheesy poetry, but that's her MO and at least she's consistent. Oh, and she can sing, so my dreams of a Sleepy Hollow musical episode move that much closer to reality.

The Stuff Carrying Over From Season 2 That Upsets Me

1. Hi-Larious Ichabod and Invulnerable Abbie
Please, writers. I beg you. Go back and watch the baseball game scene from “The Sin-Eater.” Note it's tone, feel, quiet humor, charm. Note how, even though Ichabod makes an hysterical mistake, he doesn't look a fool, just an innocent. An adorable innocent. Even Abbie thinks so. It's sweet, tender, mature, real, believable, AND funny. THAT'S the Ichabod humor we need. Ichabod who is just a normal man struggling with a completely abnormal situation. Let his humor come from that. Please stop making him a clown (see The Speech from “Blood and Fear”).
Yes.


No.


Similarly, please go back and watch all of “The Sin-Eater” just for Nicole Beharie's performance of Abbie. God, I miss that woman. She's incredibly strong, AND allows herself to be extremely vulnerable, both where rational fear of the Headless Horseman is concerned, and in her grief and terror over Ichabod potetially dying. Strength does not require the absence of vulnerability.  If anything, it requires it.
Watch this scene from "The Sin-Eater" 
and then the "Pieta" scene from
"Blood and Fear."  The difference
is painful.

Now, I get it. Abbie is not the same woman she was. She's been to purgatory and back. She's been to the 18th century and back. She has faced some of her darkest fears and triumphed. I have no problem with her exuding gobs more confidence. But the strongest, most confident of people still noticeably exhibit fear, loneliness, sorrow, anger, grief, and love. At least, the likeable ones do.

I really do appreciate the profound subtlety of Nicole Beharie's acting. But given the narrative thus far in the season, I fear it may be too subtle, as much about the way she's relating to Ichabod makes no emotional sense to me. She loves Ichabod, in theory, I think? He's her partner, if not her soul mate, is he not?  They've literally been to (almost) hell and back together.  But Ichabod nearly died in the last episode, “Blood and Fear,” and, to quote my husband, Abbie's voice had about as much concern for him as if she'd dropped a paper clip. We could hardly see her face because a) it was too dark, and b) the director kept doing these lovely Pieta shots from far away. It actually sounded to me like what she was thinking was, “look, everyone knows you're going to pull through this, so stop being such a drama-queen, Crane, and get-up.” She then promptly went and had a drink with her boss while her partner was, presumably, in surgery!  Granger got more love and he wasn't even a character!

Jenny gets it.
In general Abbie's been surprisingly cold, almost angry it seems, towards Ichabod, without the necessary narrative explanation of “you abandoned me to save your wife, you abandoned us to save your son--look at where that got us--I risked my life to save you, and then you abandoned me to go on holiday to Scotland [on whose dime?] and couldn't so much as text me for 9 months? DUDE!” 

I liked that she gave him a restrained amount of shit about that in the premiere, but then she either needed to go deeper into that in the subsequent episodes, or warm up to him. 

People keep saying how great it is that Abbie and Ichabod act like an old, married couple. I disagree. They're not married. They've never even had the chance to date, let alone be lovers. There's heat in the repressed attraction and desire of two people who can't be together. There's humor, but no heat whatsoever, in The Honeymooners.

The New Stuff That's Really Pissing Me Off

1. The Collective, Catastrophic Brain Injuries of the People in Sleepy Hollow
The writers had a formidable task ahead of them trying to steer Sleepy Hollow away from the icebergs of Season 2, whilst still dealing with the fallout of that canon. But pretending it never happened is not cool, guys. You can reboot the series, but you can't reboot our brains. We were there.

In the premiere, Abbie tells Crane multiple times, in multiple ways, that the Witnesses' mission is over, the Apocalypse is over, the war is over, blah, blah, blah, it's time for them to get nice, normal careers and start climbing professional ladders. This whole story arc was written, acted and directed beautifully. It just had one problem: it made no sense whatsofuckingever in light of the very end of the episode which immediately preceded it

At the end of the Season 2 finale, Abbie says LITERALLY the exact opposite. Per ancestor Grace Dixon, whom she amazingly just met in 1781 and who saved everything (more Grace Dixon!), “this war is not over.” The toughest battles are yet to come, and we're all in this together (at least those of us who don't go on walkabout or get inexplicably fired from the show). 

“This is what we're here for.” I mean, really. Abbie could not have been more clear.

The reason for her attitudinal 180 has yet to be adequately addressed in the narrative this season. Her simply stating, with very little emotion, that when Crane left and the evil doings seemed to calm down, she decided she couldn't put her life on hold and so went back to Plan A, Quantico, the FBI, etc., is wholly inadequate. It made sense, had the season 2 finale never happened, and was perfectly acted by Beharie. But the season 2 finale DID happen, which means the emotions which fueled such a dramatic change, rather than the logic, needed to be explored in the writing for it to be believable.

Jenny spends the entirety of episode 2 trying to keep “Little Joey Corbin” safe from the Big Bad Mysterious World she, Abbie, and Crane inhabit, the one his father kind of, well, fathered. Joe spends the whole episode trying to convince her that he has a right to the only legacy his dad left him, to carry on the fight his dad began. Neither one of them ever, once, acknowledges the Armored Personnel Carrier in the room, namely that “Little Joey Corbin” is an Iraq vet with massive PTSD from having killed his entire unit while transformed by the Horseman of War into a wendigo, a possession which nearly killed him.  

HOW DOES THAT NOT COME UP?!?!?! 

This isn't some random, inconsequential fact from last season. It's a HUGE part of Joe Corbin's life experience and psyche, it's as dramatic a hazing ritual as someone joining the Scooby Squad could potentially survive, and it absolutely qualifies him for a place on the team.

2. Exposition, Exposition, Exposition
Exposition is the bane of every writer's existence, but there's nothing for it. Sometimes your characters simply have to explain things happening off screen that bear on the story. The trick is figuring out how to hide that in a scene so it just feels like good, interesting dialogue.

Not only has the writing so far this season largely failed abysmally in that regard, but the writers have added a new, irritating quirk (at least I think it's new; maybe it was just never so obvious to me before) of having Abbie and Ichabod consistently exposit for us the very things happening before our eyes. Or expositing what just happened in a previous scene, even when there's been no commercial break. A huge quantity of Abbie-Ichabod airtime is taken up with these unnecessary narration festivals, and they're not only not hidden, it's like someone took a highlighter and ran it over them. Even the actors seem bored, and who can blame them? Almost no character arc or journey is revealed in these information dumps, and in theory, at least, it could be (the one attempt in this regard that stands out, in ep. 2, when Ichabod gets irate about Marcus Collins coming back and then confesses his terrible “crime,” fell really flat, and was one of Mison's very rare inauthentic performances).

3. Meet Ichabod, Abbie's Pet Yorkshire Terrier
"I'm house-trained, and I do windows!"
Tom Mison is doing his (subtle) damnedest to demonstrate that he is in love with Abbie. Hell, he literally batted his doe eyes at her during the porch confab. Compared to Abbie, he's like a lovesick school boy hoping some day the popular girl might let him carry her books. 

Unfortunately, as mentioned above, his ardor in no way seems reciprocated, with the result being that Crane feels less like a lead, a hero, and more like Abbie's pet.

Crane is not Abbie's pet. He is her equal, yet the way the two characters interact it really doesn't feel that way. See, for example, the Ichabod Crane of “Necromancer,” a man of such strength, self-possession.  Instead of Abbie treating him like a strong, challenging equal, it feels like she sees him as a thing she has to take care of, and he's kinda, sorta acting like it ("I'll be your Yorkshire Terrier if I can just stay beside you, sit in your lap occasionally"). She's absentmindedly fond of him, he's part of the furniture of her life, but emotionally in no way central to it. And continuing on that note,

4. “The Opposite of Patriarchy is Not Matriarchy But Fraternity”
Germaine Greer got it right. As much as I appreciate you writing strong female characters and putting them in the lead, the men don't always have to—literally and figuratively—be in the background. What made Sleepy Hollow sexy from Day One was the partnership between Ichabod and Abbie. Yes, it's necessary and great to see that Ichabod et. al. are secure enough in their manhood to let the women handle it sometimes. But the men are also heroes and characters by whom we want to be inspired. The balancing act on this front seemed to be handled much better last season.  Kim's disabling of Jenny and Crane in "I, Witness" so that Abbie could be the hero felt clumsy and unbelievable.  However, Crane's self-sacrificing fight with Nelson Meyers, and the twist of him being so badly stabbed in "Blood and Fear," were a notable exception to this complaint.

The women don't always have to be in charge. We just need to be equal partners.

5.  What Do I Want?
In Season 1, Ichabod Crane had a passionate, personal goal, quite apart from stopping the Apocalypse: rescue the wife from Purgatory.  Similarly, Abbie was propelled by a powerful aim: figure out her purpose in life, and convince herself she's not crazy (and maybe try to rebuild her family while she's at it). 

In Season 2, Abbie found out what her purpose was, made lots of progress on the family side of things, but by the end of the season didn't really have a personal goal besides keeping Crane alive (a good and powerful one).  Crane's personal goal seemed to be, uh, not piss off both the women in his life simultaneously?  

In Season 3, Abbie's goal seems to be "get out of the Witness business." To paraphrase Private Benjamin, she wants to be normal again.  Except she never was. Oh, and also her apparent goal this season is diametrically opposed to the woman she was at the end of last season.  It's also boring.

Crane's goal seems to be...to get citizenship?  Yawn.  To stop Abbie from hanging around with handsome, marriageable men? To get new curtains in the dining room?  

Where are our passionate, driven heroes from Season 1, and what do they want

6. The Same Thing Only Different
Why do so many of our old and new characters keep having the same conversations over and over again? Abbie and Reynolds have had the same conversation at least 4 times now (“Just cause I used to be your boyfriend and now I'm your boss doesn't mean things have to be awkward, especially if I bring it up every time I see you.”). 

Similarly, Joe and Jenny managed to have the same conversation at least 3 times in Ep. 2 (“I want to be part of the Scooby Gang.” “No, Joe. It's not what you're father would have wanted. It's too dangerous.” “But, Jenny, remember that time I was a wendigo?”). 

I'm pretty sure Crane and Ms. Corinth have had the same conversation a few times now (“I want you.” “Citizenship and preservation of the archives first, darling.”). It's getting boring.

7. Just Die Already
Sleepy Hollow has given us a lot of memorable, charming guest characters, even for day-players. Last season's notables included Caroline, the mother and son who hosted Henry at their hotel, even the store clerk from “Paradise Lost,” and the librarian and hardware salesman in “Awakenings.” Hell, all the characters written for day-players in “Awakenings” were great.

From Season 1, Arthur Bernard, Colonel Tarlton, and Rutledge in “The Sin-Eater” stand-out, Jenny's bartender friend was memorable, and the Hessians in both the “Lesser Key of Solomon” and “Necromancer” were great. The Roanoke colony folks we met seemed like actual humans, and the witches from Katrina's coven, in “The Golem,” while far from human, were fabulously creepy. I still love that old warlock, Rev. Knapp.

Miss you, Art.
This season's guest characters, on the other hand, have been largely non-existent. Most of those who get killed, from Paul Williams to Two Douchy Guys Shooting Cans in the National Park, have little to no time to help us know who they are, or why we should care about them at all, and tend to walk onto the screen with “Victim #Whatever” taped to their heads.

The lowest point for me this season, though, has to have been C. Thomas Howell as FBI Agent #427. The writing AND acting of that character were so atrocious I actually did a Snoopy happy dance when he died. Couldn't have happened to a more irritating non-character.

One notable exception to this pattern was the villain in “Blood and Fear.” Nelson Meyers was well-acted, and almost fleshed out.

8. “Mostly Harmless”
My biggest complaint about the show thus far can best be summed up in Ford Prefect's conclusion after fifteen years spent studying Earth:  it's mostly harmless. It feels like y'all are treading so carefully for fear of offending anyone that you feel stymied to break out and run with the story. I'm not making a case for Sleepy Hollow being offensive, but more risk-taking, more passion, please, --for the love of God--is essential.

One of my readers said to me today, “Sleepy Hollow is making me sleepy.”  That's more tragic to me than everything that was done to Katrina in 2 miserable years.


Monday, October 12, 2015

A Moment of Silence, by Emmanuel Ortiz

There are days one cannot let pass unremarked.  This is one of those days.

A Moment of Silence


by Emmanuel Ortiz

Before I begin this poem, I’d like to ask you to join me in a moment of silence in honor of those who died in the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11th, 2001.

I would also like to ask you to offer up a moment of silence for all of those who have been harassed, imprisoned, disappeared, tortured, raped, or killed in retaliation for those strikes, for the victims in Afghanistan, Iraq, in the U.S., and throughout the world.

And if I could just add one more thing…

A full day of silence… for the tens of thousands of Palestinians who have died at the hands of U.S.-backed Israeli forces over decades of occupation.

Six months of silence… for the million and-a-half Iraqi people, mostly children, who have died of malnourishment or starvation as a result

of a 12-year U.S. embargo against the country.

…And now, the drums of war beat again.

Before I begin this poem, two months of silence… for the Blacks under Apartheid in South Africa, where “homeland security” made them aliens in their own country

Nine months of silence… for the dead in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, where death rained down and peeled back every layer of concrete, steel, earth and skin, and the survivors went on as if alive.

A year of silence… for the millions of dead in Viet Nam­—a people, not a war—for those who know a thing or two about the scent of burning fuel, their relatives bones buried in it, their babies born of it.

Two months of silence… for the decades of dead in Colombia, whose names, like the corpses they once represented, have piled up and slipped off our tongues.

Before I begin this poem,
Seven days of silence… for El Salvador
A day of silence… for Nicaragua
Five days of silence… for the Guatemaltecos
None of whom ever knew a moment of peace in their living years.
45 seconds of silence… for the 45 dead at Acteal, Chiapas…
1,933 miles of silence… for every desperate body
That burns in the desert sun
Drowned in swollen rivers at the pearly gates to the Empire’s underbelly,
A gaping wound sutured shut by razor wire and corrugated steel.

25 years of silence… for the millions of Africans who found their graves far deeper in the ocean than any building could poke into the sky.
Lalo Delgado, Russell Means, and Glenn Morris being arrested in Denver,
Colorado, for protesting the Columbus Day parade, in 2002.  More than 100
people were arrested that day for non-violently blocking this celebration
of genocide and slave-trading.  I am proud to say I was one of them.
Resistance is not futile.
For those who were strung and swung from the heights of sycamore trees
In the south… the north… the east… the west…
There will be no dna testing or dental records to identify their remains.

100 years of silence… for the hundreds of millions of indigenous people
From this half of right here,
Whose land and lives were stolen,
In postcard-perfect plots like Pine Ridge, Wounded Knee, Sand Creek, Fallen Timbers, or the Trail of Tears
Names now reduced to innocuous magnetic poetry on the refrigerator of our consciousness…

From somewhere within the pillars of power
You open your mouths to invoke a moment of our silence
And we are all left speechless,
Our tongues snatched from our mouths,
Our eyes stapled shut.

A moment of silence,
And the poets are laid to rest,
The drums disintegrate into dust.

Before I begin this poem,
You want a moment of silence…
You mourn now as if the world will never be the same
And the rest of us hope to hell it won’t be.
Not like it always has been.

…Because this is not a 9-1-1 poem
This is a 9/10 poem,
It is a 9/9 poem,
A 9/8 poem,
A 9/7 poem…
This is a 1492 poem.
This is a poem about what causes poems like this to be written.

And if this is a 9/11 poem, then
This is a September 11th 1973 poem for Chile.
This is a September 12th 1977 poem for Steven Biko in South Africa.
This is a September 13th 1971 poem for the brothers at Attica Prison, New York.
This is a September 14th 1992 poem for the people of Somalia.
This is a poem for every date that falls to the ground amidst the ashes of amnesia.

This is a poem for the 110 stories that were never told,
The 110 stories that history uprooted from its textbooks
The 110 stories that that cnn, bbc, The New York Times, and Newsweek ignored.
This is a poem for interrupting this program.

This is not a peace poem,
Not a poem for forgiveness.
This is a justice poem,
A poem for never forgetting.
This is a poem to remind us
That all that glitters
Might just be broken glass.

And still you want a moment of silence for the dead?
We could give you lifetimes of empty:
The unmarked graves,
The lost languages,
The uprooted trees and histories,
The dead stares on the faces of nameless children…

Before I start this poem we could be silent forever
Or just long enough to hunger,
For the dust to bury us
And you would still ask us
For more of our silence.
So if you want a moment of silence

Then stop the oil pumps
Turn off the engines, the televisions
Sink the cruise ships
Crash the stock markets
Unplug the marquee lights
Delete the e-mails and instant messages
Derail the trains, ground the planes.
If you want a moment of silence, put a brick through the window
of Taco Bell
And pay the workers for wages lost.
Tear down the liquor stores,
The townhouses, the White Houses, the jailhouses, the Penthouses
and the Playboys.

If you want a moment of silence,
Then take it
On Super Bowl Sunday,
The Fourth of July,
During Dayton’s 13 hour sale,
The next time your white guilt fills the room where my beautiful brown people have gathered.

You want a moment of silence
Then take it
Now,
Before this poem begins.
Here, in the echo of my voice,
In the pause between goosesteps of the second hand,
In the space between bodies in embrace,
Here is your silence.
Take it.
Take it all.
But don’t cut in line.
Let your silence begin at the beginning of crime.

And we,
Tonight,
We will keep right on singing
For our dead.


Emmanuel Ortiz is a third-generation Chicano/Puerto Rican/Irish-American community organizer and spoken word poet. He is the author of a chapbook of poems, The Word Is a Machete (self-published, 2003), and coeditor of Under What Bandera?: Anti-War Ofrendas from Minnesota y Califas (Calaca Press, 2004). He is a founding member of Palabristas: Latin@ Word Slingers, a collective of Latin@ poets in Minnesota. Emmanuel has lived in Minneapolis, Minnesota; Oakland, California; and the Arizona/Mexico border. He currently lives in Fort Wayne, Indiana, the “buckle of the Bible Belt,” with his two dogs, Nogi and Cuca. In his spare time, he enjoys guacamole, soccer, and naps.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

The Wife and the Husband on Ichabod's New Hair

Ichabod Season 1
 The Wife

January, 2015: “Oh my God! The show's moving to Atlanta. Tom and Nicole are going to DIE in those wigs in the Atlanta heat and humidity! Oh, I hope they let them wear their natural hair. Maybe then Tom Mison will grow his own hair out!!!” Wife swoons just thinking about it.

Ichabod Season 2
March, 2015: Mison is spotted at a restaurant in England with...longer hair. “Is he growing it out? I think he's growing it out!” Mison proceeds to wear hats the next two days at the Birmingham Comic-Con, much to his fans' despair. “Oh, why must you cover your hair, Mr. M.? It's so lovely, even in 'the middle phase'!” Fans ask him if he's growing it out. He replies, “yes, not really.”

April, 2015: Mison appears at the Las Vegas Comic-Con...with another hat. “Aaarrrggggh! Why won't he let us see his HAIR?!” The next day Mison appears sans hat. The Wife swoons.

July 2015: First photos of Mison on set are released. “He's wearing his natural hair! Oh my God, it's SO BEAUTIFUL!! Look how thick! And curly! And his natural color is amazing!”

September 2015: Mison appears at the Atlanta Dragon-Con, sans hat. The audience goes berserk. He insists “I'm more than a haircut.” The Wife takes to Twitter to wax poetic about his hair.

October 2015: Watching the season premiere: “I have to say, that style is really growing on me. I actually think I like it as much as his long hair now.”
Ichabod Season 3

The Husband

October 2015: Watching the season premiere: “I don't like Abbie's new haircut. Crane looks exactly the same.”